harry and louis whispering to each other

Harry Styles - “Confessions”

I completely left this open(and have already planned) for a part two. So… if you would like a part two let me know! Enjoy! And be ready to have your heart broken.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight


Harry sat on the edge of his bed in Los Angeles, his head in his hands, as he tried to hold back the tears and will his breathing to stay even and calm. His phone lay beside him, the screen still lit up to show him his recent calls - the last of which had just turned his world upside down. 

He eventually sits up, letting out a large sigh as his large ringed hands push through his short floppy hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His green eyes look across the room where on top of the chest of drawers sat a picture of the person he cared about most in the world. He stared at your smiling face, his own smiling face next to you and that’s when the tears came. He was going to lose you, he knew that he was. 

Just then his phone began to ring beside him. He dreaded it was her, the person who had called a few minutes before him and broke the news but instead he saw your face appear on the screen and that, in that moment, may have been worse. He picks up the phone, staring down at your picture as the phone continues to ring. 

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hear your voice, happy and still in love with him, when he now knew what he did. He couldn’t tell you over the phone. He had messed up, he knew that, and he had to say it to your face. After the phone finally stopped ringing he gave a sigh and pulled himself up and off the bed. 

He had things he needed to do in LA, meetings to attend, interviews to be done but he couldn’t. He needed to get to you and tell you as soon as he could so he called Jeff. He couldn’t say it though, he couldn’t tell him exactly the situation, just that he had to go home - and now. 

Once he landed in London the next day, his hands were shaking, his palms were sweaty and his breathing was shallow as he sat in the back of the car headed towards your house. He kept trying to play out and plan his words for this conversation. How would he go about it? Where could he possibly start? He had so many confessions to make and what he was most afraid of was the inevitable - losing you. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that hurt, devastated, and heart-broken face that he was soon going to see before him. 

The idea brought tears to his eyes. He rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes, grinding away the tears harshly. He hated himself, his entire body was full of regret, remorse, and dread knowing that he could never take this back. 

“Hello?” Harry calls a few moments later as he enters your shared home. He knew you were home, it being your day off work and your car was parked out front but he heard nothing. “Love?” He calls out again. 

“Harry?” He finally hears from the kitchen. He couldn’t will himself to move towards your voice. He wanted to run back out the door to never have to face this situation, he wanted to pretend everything was okay. But it just wasn’t. And never would be again. “Harry!” You gasp once you see your tall, tattooed and handsome boyfriend standing in the entryway of the living room. 

“Hey.” He mutters, barely able to get his voice above a low gravel. He clears his throat and puts his bag down at his feet, sliding off his jacket. He was trying to delay this, anything to keep the truth from coming out. 

“What are you doing home? Why haven’t you answered my calls in two days?” You were full of questions but then in that moment you didn’t care. You had missed Harry so much and if he was home - that was all that mattered. So, you cross the room and burrow yourself into his chest. You wrap your arms tight around his torso, taking in that familiar scent of his cologne while his arms wrap around your shoulders. He buries his face in your hair, his eyes closing as the tears began to slide down his cheeks. This was surely the last moment he would hold you in his arms and he wanted it to last as long as possible. “What’s going on?” You question, looking up at him. You gasp when you take in his tears. “Harry, what is it?” Your mind was racing. What possibly could have happened to cause him to act like this? You reach up, brushing your thumbs under his eyes along the tracks his tears were making. 

“I messed up, love.” He finally says, his voice a quiet whisper as he stares down into your eyes. You frown, shaking your head a bit in confusion. 

“What do yo-” 

“I slept with someone.” The words were out before he could over think it. He watched the gears turn in your head as you processed this. As soon as he saw it click, you backed out of his arms, distancing yourself from him just as he knew that you would. “Please, love, i’ was while we were going through tha’ rough patch a few weeks ago. I was angry, you were angry, I didn’ know where we stood-” 

“So you fucked someone else and never told me?!” You interrupt as your blood began to boil. “You came back here acting like it was all okay?! As if nothing ever happened!” You also felt your heart break, a dull ache began in the center of your chest. Harry was the love of your life, the man you were going to spend forever with and yet .. he had hurt you in the way he always vowed he never would. 

“I jus’…” He scratches at the back of his neck, shaking his head a little as he gave a sigh. He looks at the floor, anywhere but at the hurt and angry face before him. He also noted the fact that your eyes, those gorgeous eyes of yours that he loved so much, had begun to well up with tears. “I don’ know how to make up for this bu’ tha’ isn’t all.” He knew he had to say it, he had to get everything out so just maybe, maybe, the two of you could start trying to work it out. 

“What else is there?” You cross your arms over your chest as the tears slide down your cheeks. What else could there be? Had he slept with her again? Was he leaving you for her? Your mind was racing and you weren’t sure you would be able to handle anymore of this. Harry was your life and even with him standing in front of you still you felt it might not be for too much longer and you already felt lost. 

“She called me yesterday mornin’,” He began, his eyes peaking at you through his lashes as he kept his head slightly down. 

“Okay?” You urged but felt that sense of dread begin to creep up in your head as you surely knew what was coming next. Why would you contact the man you slept with weeks before? There was really only two reasons - wanting to get together again or being pregnant. Your blood ran cold at the latter possibility. It couldn’t be that, it just couldn’t. 

“She’s… she’s pregnan’.” The words pained him to say out loud. He hadn’t spoken it since he heard her mumble it through her sobs on the other end of the phone the morning before. He saw your face crumble then. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your eyes swimming with tears, and he saw your breath hitch in your throat. 

“You got another girl pregnant.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t accusatory, it was just a statement as you took to trying to process this. Harry was going to be a father, and it wasn’t with you. This just couldn’t possibly be happening. 

“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do, bu’ what I wan’ first is to try and make things work with you. Please, love…” He trailed off when you shook your head vigorously, the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. 

“You expect me to just forgive you for this?” You give another shake of your head. “Would you forgive me if I got pregnant by another man? If I cheated on you and got knocked up? Would you be willing to move past that?” Harry bit at his lower lip and stared at the carpet under your feet. He knew you were right, he would probably never be able to move past it if you had someone else’s child. 

“You won’ even try? For us? We’ve been together for-”

“I don’t need you to remind me how long we’ve been together, Harry! I don’t need you telling me about the life we’ve started here together because I remember, I know!” You felt your anger begin to flare up. “It was you that seems to have forgotten the life we have together while you were busy fucking someone else!” He cringes at your choice of wording as well as your now raised voice but he knew he deserved it all. You were of course right, after all. 

“Please,” He takes a step towards you, holding his large hands out towards you, his cheeks wet with his still falling tears. He felt a sob building in his chest as he felt this was it, knowing you would most likely never forgive him. “I made a mistake, I will pay for tha’ for the rest of my life but I need you.” His voice dropped off to a whisper. “Don’ give up on me.” It was then that the sob finally fell from his lips and he felt his knees give out. 

“Harry,” You whisper as you watch the man you loved fall to his knees right there in front of you, his face pressing into his hands as large gasping sobs fell from his mouth. You feel a sob of your own and you take a step closer to Harry. You fall to your knees in front of him and bring a hand up to brush through his brown hair. He lifts his head up, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes meet yours. “I don’t think I can ever forgive you.” You watch his face crumble even more as he takes in your words. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers and the sobs resume. He then falls into your chest, his cheek burrowing into your t-shirt and his arms wrap tightly around your waist. You support his weight, your arms going around his shoulders, your fingers brushing at the hair on the back of his neck. “I’ll never forgive myself either.” He whispers through his sobs. 

You sat and held Harry, both of you crying and clinging to one another, knowing that this was it, for a good while until finally you pried him off of you and both of you stood up. 

“I think it’s best if you left.” You whisper as the two of you stood awkwardly facing each other. Harry gives a small nod, closing his eyes for a second. His eyes burned, the tears drying his eyes out but he knew he would probably spend the entire night crying. 

“Can I do somethin’, one las’ time?” You frown at him but he then takes a step closer to you and as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek you understood what he wanted. You don’t move as his face dips towards yours. You try not to return the pressure his lips press into yours but you couldn’t help it. As if by reflex you were kissing him back and bowing your body against his as your arms wrap around each other. It was as the kiss intensified and his tongue slid against yours that the reason this was to be your last kiss together reared back into your mind and you pulled away from him, breaking all contact together. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this, Harry.” You mutter, seeing that hurt and aching look in his green eyes as his chest heaved. He had hoped there for a second as he held you close again, your lips melded together perfectly like they always had, that just maybe you could forgive him. “I can’t be with you, I’m just going to picture you with her every time and I just can’t.” 

“I understand.” He gives a nod, hanging his head a bit. He pushes his fingers through his hair and looks back up at you. “I’m so sorry that I hur’ you.” He stares at you for a few seconds before backing towards the door. “I’ll always be jus’ a phone call away. I love you, with every piece of my soul.” You ignore the fresh tears sliding down your cheeks and simply give a nod. You look away from his heartbroken face and look anywhere but at him as he reaches for his bags and then a minute later was gone from the house. 

You fall to your knees right there where you stood and begin to cry into your hands, feeling like a piece of your heart had just walked out that door with Harry. 

Harry meanwhile had gone into the garage and got into his Range Rover but as soon as he was behind the wheel he rested his forehead against the steering while and let the sobs return. They were loud, chest heaving, sobs. Not only had he just lost the love of his life but he also now had to decide what he was going to do about his child on the way. 

Fic Rec #3

New weekend, new fics to read!! 

the pink album by suspendrs  @suspendrs

They don’t really discuss how hard it is to be in this situation, or to be doing the things they have to do to continue being together. It’s just something they don’t talk about, and that’s alright. Or maybe it isn’t, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it.

Or, a love seven years in the making, inspired by Harry’s debut album.

**I have been keeping up with this fic for a long time and I will add it ti my ‘canon’ Larry fic rec. Read this, guys. 10 chapters on each of Harry’s songs.

if it’s me you’re looking for by eleadore @eleadore

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses–or maybe it’s the other way around. AU.

**I dunno why I waited so long to read this fic. It was great!

I Don’t Wanna Hurt Anymore by offwiththeirheads @hazzabooween

Harry walks a thin line between breaking his best friend’s heart and fighting a losing battle.

**This was so good guys! It is short but powerful!

Never Too Late by dimpled_halo  @dimpled-halo

Harry’s confused for a moment before it hits him: the little boy is signing. Harry squats down to get to the boy’s level again and mirrors the same action.

“Dad?” He inquires. Harry learned basic sign language after having met a fan who was deaf. He made it his mission to learn signing so that he’d be able to communicate with other fellow hearing impaired fans.

The little boy smiles brightly, his tears now long gone. He goes on to extend both hands, palms up as if he’s asking where? Followed by the previous sign which means Dad. Harry smiles to himself at the amazing little guy standing in front of him.

He stands up taking the boy’s hand, “Let’s go find your dad,” he tells him making the motion with his hand.

Just having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new music needing to prove to his label that his career isn’t over. Little does he know that his life is about to change forever when he runs into an old friend at the city he’s decided to escape to.

**THIS WAS SO PRECIOUS! OMG i AM IN LOVE WITH KID FICS AND THIS HITS THE SPOT!!! rEAD THIS!!

give me things to stay awake by embodied @crossnecklace

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.

AU. It’s been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

**This is a break up/getting back together fic. So be ready with those tissues (seriously, you will need them)!!

If It’s Meant To Be (It’ll Be, It’ll Be) by lululawrence @lululawrence

“So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just…unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.

“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

** This fic was so adorable, guys! MUTUAL PINING!!!

We’ll Be Seamless by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee (dinosaursmate) @dinosaursmate

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

**I dunno why I did not come across this fic before because it is GOLD! I love tumblr fics and this was so awesome!! (Also, check out the blog this fic is based on…life changing *cough*)

Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc  @vurdoc

Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

With a promise from the press (and his father) that they’ll leave him alone for four years, he sets out to be a student at Cambridge, when he meets his very normal, very working class, very handsome suite-mate, Louis Tomlinson.

Louis makes Harry feel more like a person than he ever has before, which might cause some issues later on- ‘cause Harry has a secret that he’s only told his sister Gemma about.

Little does he know though, that Louis has some secrets of his own.

A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

**This is sorta WIP because the author is writing a series. Saying too much about this fic will probably ruin it, so.. just read it!

Take Me To A Dream by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee (dinosaursmate) @dinosaursmate

“Hiya,” Harry said, beaming up at him. “These sandwiches any good?”
Words failed Louis, and he felt his shoulders shrug. “They’re fine for, like, eating.”
Harry paused, mid-swipe of Louis’ staff discount card. “I don’t use my sandwiches for much else, personally.”
Louis sighed to himself, embarrassed. A small smile was playing on Harry’s lips, dimple denting his cheek. God, Louis felt like a bloody idiot.

There’s just something about the new checkout boy that makes Louis lose his cool and act like a complete idiot, which doesn’t escape the attention of Liam or Niall. As much as Louis hates embarrassing himself, there’s something about Harry that keeps Louis coming back for more.

**Erm… same author twice. But both fics are so different! This is FLUFF!!

i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry (WIP) @obviouslybecauselarry

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can’t do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor’s certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn’t seem to like him complicates matters, though.

**I know its WIP but its so good!! And ENEMIES TO LOVERS! Go and read it! 

i’m still learning to love by stylinsonau (WIP)

“Hello there.” Louis crouches in front of the small child, brunette with light sleepy eyes. He smiles fondly. He looks a lot like his father, but with a little less laugh lines, and frowns, and grumpiness.

The child continues to rub at his eyes, clutching at his little shark before he asks, “Are you gonna be my new Dada?”

Harry stiffens.

Or

An au where Harry has almost everything in the world except for the will to move on.

** ANother kid fic! Babysitter Louis! 


I wanna rec so much more. But its getting pretty long. And DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE A KUDOS AND NICE COMMENTS FOR THE AUTHORS!! 

Happy Reading!!!!!!!!

Monthly Fic Rec September:

For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It’s probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party. 

Louis Tomlinson’s modeling career is Harry’s favourite thing and Louis quickly finds his way into the position of Harry’s favourite person through the use of bad puns and general charmingness. 

Harry is still Captain America, Louis is still the love of his life, but that doesn’t stop everything from falling apart. 

Someone is sending Louis flowers. Everyone suffers until Louis gets answers. 

Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

the one where Louis is an annoying customer who won’t leave Harry’s shop on time, and Harry is counting down the seconds until Louis leaves. Until a chance encounter at a concert, and suddenly, Harry really doesn’t want Louis to leave. 

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1d as things the kids at the daycare where i work have done (part 2):
  • harry: cries when someone accidentally knocks over the house he built out of lincoln logs
  • liam: puts himself in timeout when he thinks he did something wrong
  • niall: when asked what d-o-v-e spells he yelled out "guitar!"
  • louis: comes up to me and whispers "hello poopy" in my ear and walks away

If It’s Meant To Be (It’ll Be, It’ll Be) by lululawrence for @becomeawendybird

“So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just…unacceptable.  I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.

“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

Happiest of birthdays, my darling!!!  I love you very much a lot and I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.  No, really.  I really really enjoyed writing it.  lolll . anyway, happy birthday!!!!

This fic was also written as part of an ongoing challenge. We each select random numbers and are given a specific emotion from the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names. To read the other fics written in this challenge, click here, or you can find the masterpost on tumblr here.

My prompt was 247: the awe every time you see the Cologne Cathedral. (Yes, I’m aware the cathedral isn’t in the photoset, just go with me on this okay?)

“Louis is… spontaneous…”

Midnight breakfast, waffles topped with ice cream and grapes and whatever candy they have lying around, eating until their stomachs ache, tossing the dishes in the sink with promises that we’ll wash them tomorrow even when they know they won’t. Morning wakeup calls with cups of tea and a cold nose pressed to the column of Harry’s throat, blinking awake to find Louis atop his hips and pinning his legs, smiling down at Harry and brandishing his cereal combination of the day that he’s willing to share for the price of a few kisses. Driving through the quiet streets of Manchester when they’ve got a few days off, sunglasses perched on his nose, Grimmy on the radio just so Harry can text Nick the jokes Louis makes about him, Louis pointing out every dog they pass because he knows Harry would want to see. Adventure, everyday adventures like grocery shopping or painting that bedroom they always meant to get to, and the kinds of adventures they have access to by being who they are: palatial resorts and pristine beaches and crowded city scenes. Loving each other in every corner of the world. 

“… loud…” 

Laughter, wild, inescapable laughter. Laughter that makes Harry’s ribs sore, laughter that scratches at his throat, laughter that carves paths of tears down his face. There’s something about the look in Louis’ eye when he aims a joke specifically for Harry, a shine that makes Harry want to brace for impact; if they’re in public, he has to look away, to hide his wild grin behind his hands or a scrunched nose. But now Louis takes that as victory, too - he knows he’s won if Harry’s indifferently polite mask breaks. But, of course, the only thing better than Louis making him laugh is making Louis laugh. His uninhibited belly laugh when Harry throws him over his shoulder to carry him to their destination; his soft, sleepy chuckle when Harry gets back from a morning jog and worms his way back into bed for a cuddle; his delighted giggle when Harry brings home flowers or orders a pizza from that place he likes or unpacks his tour suitcase so he doesn’t have to. Laughter, bright and beautiful, when Harry lands a bad pun, laughter when Harry does his impression of Niall’s accent, laughter when they meet eyes across a party and can immediately tell what the other is thinking. Laughter through all their days, together or apart. 

“… loud…” 

Moans and hiccups of breath in a night-silent bedroom. Keening cries, desperation laced through. Gasps when Harry’s fingers find the places, the ones that make him writhe, make him arch. Cries of ecstacy, shouts of right there, right there! Throat-wrenching pleasure. Or, sometimes, relative loudness: when they’ve snuck someplace they shouldn’t because their hands wouldn’t stay off each other, when the waiter says it’ll be another twenty minutes for their food and Louis’ been tracing his foot up Harry’s thigh, when the bar is hot and loud and Louis looks like everything Harry wants as he glitters under the pulsing lights, when the tour crew is trying to get them to stage but Louis has that look in his eye and so he steals Harry away to a cleaning cupboard - there, the loudness is muted, but potent. Soft hitches of breath, light intakes of air. Shh, they’ll hear. Whispers: Harry, please, Harry. 

“and…” 

Louis is everything, he’s everything, he’s all Harry wants or needs or will ever wish for, but Harry can’t say that. There’s a camera crew waiting, they need an answer, something fun, something that won’t rip Harry’s heart open to say it, something that’ll rip him open anyway. How does he describe the other half of his soul? His reason for being, the better part of him in all he is? How could he sum up the man who has held his hand through the most turbulent years of his life, through the ups and downs of worldwide fame, who faced challenges and held on even tighter? They ask this as though words could describe what Louis is in Harry’s life, what he is in anyone’s life. He’s too much to be whittled down to characteristics. He’s too large a presence, he’s too important a soul. He’s too… 

“loud.” 

(inspired by this interview.)

anonymous asked:

Lelu! 10 best fics of all time?

i’m so sorry for answering this 84 years later rip! keep in mind that the word best when you’re talking about art is very subjective. i can’t tell you which are the best fics of all time but i can give you a list of my favorite fics of all time. i’ve read each one of these at least three times, and they’re my to-go place when everything else fails to distract me. ALSO! i put two fics from the same author? i don’t know if that counts? sorry lol

10) escapade (buy the book there!) / relief next to me by dolce_piccante (tumblr: @haydolce)

rntm summary: AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. 

9) here in the afterglow by fondleeds (tumblr: @fondleeds)

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

8) never let me go by loveisalaserquest17 (tumblr: @loveisalaserquest17)

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”
Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?” 

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single.
Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

7) wild and unruly / love is a rebellious bird by gloria_andrews & 100percentsassy (tumblr: @gloriaandrews@100percentsassy)

wau summary: Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land. 

liarb summary: AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.Don’t hum Bolero.

6) paint me in a million dreams by green_feelings (tumblr: @greenfeelings)

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

5) swim in the smoke by whoknows (tumblr: @crazyupsetter)

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

4) in vogue by otpwhatever (tumblr: @otpwhatever)

‘Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on the pages of your life’s work? Does your criteria seriously consist of one thing – a man’s ass?’
‘Well the ass is a man’s best asset,’ Harry smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. 'And don’t call the magazine my life’s work. There are far more important things in life, Louis Tomlinson, than what’s printed on the pages of a magazine.’

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

3) the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (tumblr: @alienproof) - AND its companion fic!

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

2) say hallelujah say goodnight by alivingfire (tumblr: @alivingfire)

Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they’re both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.

Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He’s seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he’s watched empires crumble into dust. He’s seen wildfire consume cities, he’s seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He’s met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces.

None of that stopped Louis in his tracks.

But Harry did.

1) young & beautiful by velvetoscar (tumblr: @mizzwilde)

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. 

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Make It Everlasting So Nothing’s Incomplete by (9k)

Trying to be conspicuous so he doesn’t startle him, Harry sidles up to Louis and asks, “How’s it going?”

“Alright,” Louis muses, turning his head so he can smile at Harry. “I wish there were explanations about what each of the flowers mean on labels or something, though.”

A thrill runs up Harry’s spine, and he can’t quite temper the grin that spreads across his face as he asks, “Well, I could tell you, if you’d like?”

“Oh, only if you have time, I don’t want to keep you away from your work -”

“Louis,” Harry laughs, gesturing around the empty shop. “There is nobody here and, as luck would have it, there is literally nothing I would like more than to talk to you about flowers.”

your heart is glowing (and i’m crashing into you) by anyadisee (11k)

If this were a fairytale, maybe even a Young Adult novel or a chick flick, this would be the moment where Louis would stare right into his soul and whisper, “You. It’s you, Harry,” before pulling him in for a kiss right there and then in the middle of the sidewalk. They’d confess their never-ending love for each other then hold hands for the rest of the walk home, and then they’d go to uni together and become the ultimate power couple of their campus. They’d start a family together a few years after they graduate, find a large house somewhere nice and preferably warm, get two pet dogs and five cats, and then adopt enough children to start a football team. If only men could get pregnant as well, Harry thinks wistfully. He’d love to carry Louis’ babies given the chance.

But. This isn’t a fairytale, nor is it a movie based off the latest YA bestseller. This is real life.

(harry is in love with love, volunteers to hand out valentine gifts for a week, and somehow becomes the football captain’s secret admirer.)

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fic snippet

hi! this is a snippet from a fic i’m currently working on, which will hopefully be done soon! lauren @daggersau read some and really kindly drew me this lovely piece of art to go with this part of the fic, so i really wanted to share it! i hope u enjoy x


Harry shifts closer and closer to Louis on the sofa as another film plays on (they’ve been at this for a while now, light from outside steadily creeping away, film afternoon having turned into a film evening), and Louis is slowly losing his ability to regulate his breathing properly. He can feel the warmth from Harry’s body, can feel Harry’s thigh touching his, and even though it’s a small couch, there’s still plenty of space, so Harry doesn’t strictly need to be this close. Louis doesn’t dare say anything, though. Doesn’t want to.

Harry does get up, though, and Louis misses his presence immediately. Jesus. He spends an hour with Harry in close proximity to him and now he can hardly bear being apart for a mere minute? How pathetic. 

Louis’ not suffering for long; Harry’s just come back, along with even more drinks for them all to have. He also brought a blanket, the same one that he’s now draping over them both, all soft and fuzzy and pink. Louis realises, as Harry’s arranging the blanket, that it almost matches Harry’s nail colour; a glossy, pale rose that he hadn’t noticed before. And of course. Of course this hardened boy who wears tough leather and harsh black eyeliner, and does too many drugs to count, also owns a fluffy pink blanket. How very Harry.

“Love the colour, H,” Louis whispers once Harry is settled, because fuck it, if Harry’s allowed a nickname, Louis is too.

“It’s my favourite,” Harry smiles shyly, as if there’s anything to be shy about. Louis focuses his eyes on Harry, and in the low light, the colour of his glowing cheeks almost seem to match the blanket. Louis is helplessly endeared by this boy. Of course his favourite colour is pink, too.

“Hey, lovebirds, stop your whispering,” Louis feels his cheeks heat up at the comment, and he also feels called out. Is he being that obvious? He’s going to kill Niall, honestly, “There’s a time and place for that. You’re the ones who wanted to watch this film in the first place,” Louis head finally whips over to the source of the sound, to see Niall grinning, who’s not actually irritated in the slightest.

“Shut up, Niall,” he hears Harry mutter from next to him, after a beat, voice slightly breathless, and he sounds a bit distracted, attention probably back on the film already. Maybe it’s not such a big deal then; it’s probably just a joke to Harry, Niall’s comment. Louis wishes it could be just a joke to him, would make things, controlling his feelings, mainly, a whole lot easier to deal with. Louis lets out a deep breath. He’s going to be having words with Niall later. “It’s those two you should be worried about, anyway,” Harry adds, gesturing to Zayn and Liam sitting next to Niall.

Niall looks over - they all do - to where Zayn and Liam are sitting together. They’re all curled up to each other, oblivious to the conversation around them even more oblivious to the attention on them. They’re in their own little bubble, reciting the lines from the film to each other. It’s sweet.

Louis remembers the conversation he’d had with them in the pub, weeks ago now. Remembers what they’d said about feeling secure in each other, how they just knew.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” a whispered voice travels to Louis’ ear, barely loud enough. He knows who’s said it though.

Without looking away from the couple, he responds, “Yeah. They’re lucky.”

“They’ve always been my gauge, you know? Ever since they first got together. They fell in love straight away, I think, even when we were kids you could tell,” Harry continues, voice low so as not to earn another comment from Niall. Also, perhaps to keep their conversation private, too. Louis stomach flutters at the simple prospect of him and Harry having secrets together, exclusive discussions that only they hear. Fuck. Louis’ already in so deep if this is what he gets excited about.

“Your gauge?” Louis whispers back, confused at what he means.

“Like, my measurement. For relationships, I mean, people I meet. I’ve always been a bit nervous that I’d never actually find anyone, because my standards are so high, but it’s important to me,” he continues, a bit sheepishly. “I say to myself, if they don’t seem like they’re gonna make you feel like Zayn and Liam make each other feel, that almost tangible feeling of just… pure love, then what’s the bloody point?” Harry responds, light humour in his tone, but Louis can tell, is able to tell now, when Harry’s being genuine or not. And he is, with this. He obviously admires his friends’ relationship a lot.

“Oh. I see,” Louis says softly, and then decides he’s just going to risk saying the next thing he says before wimping out, “So… has anyone lived up to that yet? For you?” Louis doesn’t know why this question makes him so nervous, why he has to work on regulating his breathing yet again in preparation for the answer. (He knows. Of course he knows).

“Hm.” Louis can feel Harry’s gaze latched to him now, and he moves his eyes from Zayn and Liam back to Harry. It’s always back to Harry, it seems. “Not until–” Harry stops then, a puzzling look on his face that Louis can’t quite decipher. Then, unmistakably, in their close proximity, Harry’s emerald gaze flickers from Louis’ eyes, to his lips, and then back again. Louis is almost fully sure that he stops breathing for a second there. “I’m not sure, now, actually.”

Louis has to avert his gaze, has to vacate the intense moment immediately. Harry’s heavy stare is almost too much, never mind the weight behind the words. Louis can’t, doesn’t want to think about what Harry could possibly mean, doesn’t want to take it the wrong way, because Louis always takes it the wrong way. Louis’s past, whether with his family or relationships, has been disappointing, to say the least, and he’s been let down too many times to count. It’s ironic, too, because now Louis barely ever lets himself feel anything, will never admit to himself properly how feels, out of fear of disappointment, but he can’t really help it when it comes to Harry. He doesn’t want to be disappointed, though, it’s happened too often before. Harry’s his friend, and that’s enough. It has to be enough.

kelseyy123  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you know of any fanfics that relate to Larry in their real life situation and not a completely different story line and shows what it is like in their point of view from 2010 discovering each other up until now and all the things they've had to go through, throughout the years?

Hello!

Ok, let me start off by saying that I am very, very choosy about canon fics and I am unable to complete ones I found lacking. You can say that I avoid reading canon fics because I am fragile. Also, I understand what kind of fic you want and I will do my best. So, here goes:

dark and the dentist by sunshiner  @theprizeofcoolness

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.”
We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies?
“How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

**This fic made me cry… in a very uncool way. Maybe my favourite canon fic.

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anonymous asked:

Hi do you have any new enemies to lovers or friends to lovers fics? Thanks in advance

Hello! 

Enemies to lovers:

The Unsuccessful Promise by trysomecats:

Summary: At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who had already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status.

Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis’ doting and exasperated parents.

Turning Page by Anonymous:

Summary: “What’s your name?”

“Harry.” He draws the word out slowly, hesitantly - like he’s not sure about it. The guy knots his hands behind his back. “Harry Twist.”

“Right,” Niall says, eyes lingering suspiciously on Harry before looking back to Louis. “You wanna buy Harry a drink?”

Louis lets his eyes drip back to Harry, to his wide eyes and the way his shoulders curve down. He really is pretty – Louis will be the first one to admit it and the last one to ever say it out loud. Louis almost smirks and his lips twitch as he tilts his head, “Not particularly, no.”

AU: Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

Lovin’ It Up by Anonymous:

Summary: What did Niall know? This had nothing to do with the few times (okay, countless times) Louis had pined over the idea of Hot Neighbor while drinking. Nothing at all. So what if he had perfect lips and long legs and the cutest little curls around his ears? Certainly not Louis.

He continued to scribble away, most of his words indiscernible except for one written in large letters at the very top of the napkin: REVENGE

Or, a neighbors AU in which Louis vows to get revenge on the guy who didn’t hold the elevator for him - no matter how ridiculously attractive he may be.

Avalanche Drops by larrymylove:

Summary: A decade of pranks, of fights, of yelling at each other, hating each other, getting under each other’s skin, and all for what? None of it seemed important anymore……

Louis couldn’t help but wonder what the past decade could have been if he hadn’t made such a fuss over the stupid stapler, if he’d just moved it all the way back onto his desk as Harry had asked, if he hadn’t placed Harry’s own stapler in a mold of jello. What would it have been if he’d just reached across the desk and had shaken Harry’s hand and had said, “Hi, I’m Louis. It’s nice to meet you.”

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have spent the last ten years working at the same company, and driving each other absolutely crazy with pranks and fights and competitions. So when Harry’s job is in danger, Louis should be celebrating. A life without Harry Styles in it is something he’s wanted for years, right? So why then is he trying to do all that he can to keep that from happening? And what is he supposed to do when Harry thinks it’s just another one of Louis’ pranks?

Some Flowers In Your Hair by letsjustsee:

Summary: When Louis mentions offhandedly that he’s really been enjoying watching some TV show called Alone, and that the idea of humans surviving without magic in the wilderness fascinates him, he would never have guessed it would land him in a situation like this.

This is supposed to be a friendly camping trip between Louis and Liam, just a couple of bros surviving in the wilderness for bragging rights, not whatever rigmarole that fucker is currently outlining. And certainly not including one Harry Styles, pretentious twat that he is.

What is he getting himself into?

Or, a magical camping AU in which Louis is jealous of Harry’s magic, Liam’s a little too enthusiastic about surviving in the wilderness, and Niall might have misunderstood the rules.

Friends to lovers:

In front of you by Boytownblues:

Summary: I stand next to the sofa, looking down at Harry’s sleeping form. His long hair’s a mess, dark curls spilling everywhere and he has replaced the pillow he threw on his face with his left arm, just barely covering his eyes as if the light is bothering him. Actually, it’s bothering me as well, so I shuffle over to the window, closing the blinds and leaving the winter sun outside. I keep staring at Harry, something unfamiliar moving inside of me as my eyes follow the lines of one of the swallow tattoos on his chest. I shake my head, trying to get rid of that feeling. Enough of this.

Or, the one where Louis thinks he’s hung up on his ex, and is completely blind to anything, or anyone, else.

Outed by MileHighLarry:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson needs a safe place to hide when his night out ends up on every major entertainment site. His safe place has always been Harry. Will ten years make a difference?

I’ll Always Have One More Try by annewithane:

Summary: “Well I should get to my next class…” Louis looks around at everyone else doing the same.

So Harry decides to bite the bullet. “Yeah, um, but yeah, I was just wondering if you have any interest in going out on friday?”

Besides the tiny flinch of his eyebrows he doesn’t look that fazed by the question. “None, actually,” he says, adding a small smirk before walking away.

Which is… valid.

A 10 Things I Hate About You AU where Lottie’s mum tells her she can’t date until Louis does, so to get around said rule, she convinces and pays Harry Styles to date her brother.

One Day You’ll Say These Words by Anonymous:

Summary: Growing up together in Yorkshire has led to a lifelong friendship between Louis Tomlinson, the future Marquess of Rotherham, and Harry Styles, the heir to a viscount. When Harry suddenly inherits his uncle’s title and estate much earlier than expected, Louis must watch his friend struggle under the weight of these new responsibilities, including searching for a wife with a dowry large enough to save his estate. However, sitting idly by as Harry looks for a bride brings some unexpected feelings to the surface.

A friends to lovers story set in the Regency era.

If It’s Meant To Be (It’ll Be, It’ll Be) by lululawrence:

Summary: “So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just…unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

the timing is all wrong pt. 3- h.s imagine

Originally posted by larryismyhomex

in case you missed it, here’s part 1 and part 2


Louis paused for a moment before looking at Harry, “What’s going on, man?”

Harry stepped away from you and ran his fingers through his hair, the alcohol slowly disappearing from his body.

You suddenly felt exposed just wearing Louis’s shirt and cleared your throat, “I’m going to change quickly.” Before the two could say anything you rushed bast Louis and into your bedroom. You stood by your dresser and shook your head, sighing. You pinched the bridge of your nose. You debated whether or not you should just put on a pair of pants but going out there wearing Louis’s shirt made you feel slightly guilty. You quickly changed before exiting your room. You were about to turn the corner into the living room when you heard Louis harshly whisper, “Harry, mate. You can’t be here.”

Harry sighed and whispered quietly, “I’m sorry, Louis but I truly feel that me and Y/N belong together.”

You peeked your head out to see Louis sitting down next to Harry, his hand rubbing Harry’s back soothingly. “It’s not fair that you want her so sudden. It’s not fair that once she’s moving on from you, that’s when you decide you want to be with her” Louis tried negotiating with his friend. Even though he was still trying to take his girl away from him, Louis still cared for his best friend.

You bit your bottom lip softly before heading out into the living room.

The two saw you turn the corner and both stood up quickly. Harry was the first to walk up to you, he grabbed your hands softly. “Y/N, can we just talk-”

You pulled your hands away and stepped back from him, your eyes looking everywhere but him. “I think it’s best if you left, Harry.”

Harry gasped and tried grabbing you once again, “Love-”

Louis stepped over to you and placed his hand on your waist. He looked at Harry with a sense of sympathy on his face, “Mate…It’s getting late.” Harry looked between the two of us, noticing how you stepped closer to Louis’s embrace and avoiding eye contact. His eyes brimmed with tears, he quickly blinked them away, ashamed for not realizing you were the one for him sooner. His head shot down while he walked to your door. You watched his every movement, your eyes brimming with tears yourself. He turned back around and whispered, “I’m sorry” before he left your apartment. You don’t know if he was apologizing about coming over so late or apologizing for letting you go.

Louis looked down at you, a look asking “Do you want to talk about it?” You stepped out of his embrace and started walking back to your bedroom. “Let’s go to bed.”


When Louis left your apartment the next morning, you continued to lay down on your bed. Your hands playing with the frills from the throw pillow you kept on your bed. You were confused, you were insanely confused. You were also mad. You were mad at Harry for stepping into your life when you were trying to move on from your feelings from him. You were mad at yourself for still continuing to have feelings for Harry even though Louis was there for you. You were upset. Upset because Louis was such a great guy and you couldn’t reciprocate his feelings for you.

Your phone dinged on the bedside table next to you, making you sigh. Either it was Louis checking up on you (He didn’t want to leave this morning but he had to get to the studio for some finishing touches on his new single) or it was Harry apologizing for his actions last night.

The one thing that broke your heart more than anything was knowing your friendship with Harry will never be the same, if you guys even still had a friendship. That was what made you cry the most that morning.

For the following weeks, you were trying to give what you could in your new relationship with Louis. That meant cutting your contact with Harry, no matter how much he tried to get in touch with you. But even Louis noticed you weren’t the same after that night. Your eyes were a dead give away.

“How are you and Y/N doin’?” Liam asked Louis. The two of them were sat In Louis’s apartment, playing a video game. Louis sighed and paused the game. Liam turned to look at him and saw Louis looking down at his hands. “Is it selfish wanting to be with someone when you know someone could be making them happier?” Liam looked down before looking at Louis. He slowly nodded his head. Louis sighed once again and un-paused the game. “I thought so” he whispered.


“Yeah, I’ll be there in about an hour, Y/N” Louis said into the phone while knocking on the door. He hung up before the door opened. Harry opened the door, a look of surprise on his face. “Hey?”

Louis stepped into Harry’s apartment, looking at the mess. Bottles of alcohol laying around. Broken dishes scattered in the kitchen. The entire apartment just looking so sad. He turned and looked at Harry who was fidgeting with his fingers, a habit Harry had whenever he was nervous about something. His heart broke for his best friend.

Louis walked over to the couch and sat down. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I’m being a horrible person by keeping you and Y/N away from each other.”

Harry quickly walked over to the couch and sat down next to Louis. “What?”

Louis cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t be with her if you love her. Just tell me you love her and I’ll be out of the picture so you guys can have the chance to see where your relationship will go.”

Harry shook his head and whispered, “I can’t do that to you either.”

Louis looked at his best friend, eyes laced with sadness. “It’s different with me though.”

Harry stared at him questionably before Louis continued, “She doesn’t love me like she loves you.”


You opened the door and gave Louis a small smile. You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, “Hey.” You let him in quickly and noticed the lack of bags in his hand. “I thought you were brining takeout?”

Louis walked over to the kitchen and sat in one of your dining room chairs. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

You started walking over to the kitchen, pulling out all the takeout menus. “That’s fine. We can order something. What are you feeling? Chinese or-”

“When was the last time you and Harry talked?” Louis asked.

You instantly froze, placing the menus back down. “Why?”

Louis shrugged. “Just curious. When was it?”

You walked over and sat beside him. “Well..not since that night.” He shook his head and took a deep breath. “You belong with Harry. Not me.”

This time, you shook your head in disbelief. You reached over and grabbed his hand. “What are you talking about?”

Louis’s skin tingled from your touch. His mind was telling him to shut up. Telling him to stop talking before he loses the perfect girl, the most beautiful girl. He blinked back his tears. He intertwined your fingers with his, knowing it’ll be the last time he’ll get to hold him like this. He thought of what to say carefully. Softly he said, “It was selfish of me to take advantage of your feelings when I knew Harry was it for you.” You shook your head, wanting to tell him he was wrong but he continued, “It was selfish of me continuing to be with you even though Harry admitted he loved you. It was selfish to let our relationship continue when I know your heart wasn’t there.” A tear finally managed to escape his eyes. “I was selfish, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

You stared at Louis, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. Your heart broke for him. Knowing this was anything but easy for him. He cleared his throat, “That’s why you belong with Harry.”

You leaned over, giving him a tight hug, not sure what to do with this new information. You whispered into his ear, “Thank you.”


Harry opened the door to see you on the other side. You smiled at him, and instantly he smiled back. “Hi.”


and there’s the third and final part! thank you guys so much for all the love i’ve received for this mini series! don’t forget to send in your own requests of what you would like for me to write!  

anonymous asked:

laureeeen, i just finished your mess is mine because u recommended it and now i need more kid fics! can you rec me some more?

hello lovely anon! you can find part one of my single parent larry fic rec here, but here are some more that aren’t on that list! (i have a serious problem i love single parent kid fic SO MUCH!)


Single Parent Fic Rec Part 2

Barefoot in Blue Jeans, 24k

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

Manhattan From the Sky, 47k

Harry’s been raised to know that successful men do not fall in love. Louis believes that love is all you need to be successful in life. They meet.

K-9’s and Blue Eyes, 36k

Harry runs the police station’s K-9 unit and Louis is a single father to a newborn and has a few things to figure out.

Or Harry and Louis with puppies and babies.

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anonymous asked:

harry waking louis up with soft kisses all over his face, whispering to him "morning sunshine", smiling. louis opening his eyes and beginning to smile when harry nuzzles his neck, and then proceeds to leave kisses on his tummy, making louis giggle. louis telling him with a soft raspy voice "good morning, love". they don't have to be anywhere so they spend all morning in bed, cuddling and kissing and looking at each other like they're all they will ever need for the rest of their lives.

rude????

anonymous asked:

Any easy too read bedtime fics? 😂

Oooh very hard good question !! (basically it’s gonna be fics around 10k I loved, okay?)

- Coming Up For Air  : It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly. (11k)

- Now I’ve Got You In My Space       : Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson almost met on X-FactorThey meet on Dancing With The Stars insteadAn Au (10k)

- Unraveling : Harry sat there with his head in his hands trying to figure out why he knew these types of things. He thought over the past few weeks, how he’d just known at certain times what Louis had been thinking or feeling, needing or wanting and it didn’t make sense to him. Until he had the wild thought, “Can I read Louis’s mind?” (10k)

- Just Think of Me As The Pages In Your Diary  : Harry, and Louis’ friends set up a blind date and they hit it up pretty well when they first meet, immediately planning a second date.  But then their friends asked them why they didn’t go on their respective dates, and it turns out that Harry was not Louis’ blind date, and vice versa. They don’t know that the other person knows that though, so they just kind of awkwardly go on dates while falling for each other.  (10k)

- I Love You Most  : Friends with benefits has always been enough for Louis. Until, of course, it isn’t. (12k)

- Worlds Away  : astronaut au fic where Louis is staying on the international space station and Harry is on earth working ground control and he and Louis have really quiet late night chats after most of the workers are gone and get to know each other in the biggest long distance relationship u could ever have…then eventually Louis comes back to earth and they have a beautiful meeting (7k)

- no good unless it grows (feel this burning, love of mine)  : it wasn’t until they were settled in and lying idly on the couch with their bodies intertwined that Harry whispered, holding back tears, “I’m not who I want to be.” Louis leaned down, lips close enough to graze Harry’s cheek, and asked simply, “Well, who do you want to be?” (6k)

- Second Time’s the Charm : Louis’ mother is convinced she met her son’s soulmate at the market. Louis is extremely hesitant to go on the blind date she’s set up, but she’s persistent, begging and pleading, pulling out all the stops. After all, mothers do know best.(Or maybe they don’t.) (8k)

- One day to believe in you        : A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.  Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. “You think about me when you get off?”  “Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.  “Often?”  “Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?”  (8k)

- on a thousand miles and more  :  "That’s why, after Granada, they decide to stick to the places they went to together.  Retrospectively, maybe that’s when it becomes less of a holiday and more of a pilgrimage. Louis thinks he’s beginning to understand what they’re searching for. It’s something akin to closure, but not closure exactly. Something more tenuous than that. More difficult to put into words.  Something like the first exhalation you take after a particularly horrendous nightmare and you think god, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real.   Except that, in their case, it was.“[Harry and Louis go back to the places that made them who they are.] (12k)

- Oh, Fortuna  :  “Hey, Louis,” Eleanor says suddenly, “wasn’t Harry Styles on X-Factor the same year you auditioned?”  “I didn’t know you auditioned for X Factor!” Perrie gasps, as Louis sends a death glare Eleanor’s way, who at least has the decency to look apologetic. “Oh my god, did you meet him?” “Right, I need another drink.” Louis gets up heavily, ignoring Zayn’s concerned look and Eleanor’s guilty one. His head is still fuzzy, but he doesn’t feel warm anymore.
(Or, three years after Louis is sent home at the Judges Houses stage of X-Factor, and Harry finds international fame as a solo artist, they meet again at a local pub in London.)
(15k)

- What A Feeling To Be A King Beside You  :  “Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson, Duke of Wellington, your highness,” the man, or boy considering he seems to be around Harry’s age or slightly older, says with a wink and a quick bow.  Huh. Duke of Wellington. Harry recalls once meeting the Duke of Wellington. He probably wasn’t a day over 7 years and honestly only remembers a mischievous boy with blue eyes that poured gravy on him. But now that he thinks about it, the Duke in front of him does have pretty, blue eyes as well. He’s also got a nice smile and a beautiful jawline covered in short stubble. His chestnut hair is done up in a perfect quiff and his dark navy suit is perfectly tailored to his body. He’s fit.(Basically: Harry is the Prince of Wales and Louis is the Duke of Wellington. They fall in love.) (17k)

- A Case of You        : Louis lives his life around photographs, and Harry’s a picture he can’t figure out AU where there they all live and work in LA, and the story’s in a song (12k)

there was a reason i collided into you  : AU where Louis and Harry are neighbors who meet in the elevator of their apartment one morning and it becomes a routine for them. Louis pines a lot. Then one day, Harry doesn’t show up at the elevator like he usually does, and well, Louis might panic. (9.5k)

Update (last update on May 5th 2017) under the cut :

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UPDATED: UNI/COLLEGE AU
Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.the one where Louis’ pretty sure he’s already loved and lost his soulmate, and then he meets Harry.Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.Monica: You’ve got to see her again.
Ross: And why do you care so much?
Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy!
Ross: You had fantasies about Emily?
Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.
Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.
Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he’s cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he’s on stage.Few can handle Louis Tomlinson on the dance floor, much less match him in skill and fervor. Louis has obviously met his soul mate; he just never expected him to be wearing a red snapback and to chew gum like an entitled Mercedes owner.
or
A spring break (kind of) fake relationship AULouis comes to university looking for a drama degree and a purpose in life. He gets significantly more than he bargained for.
He’s got a secret stash of weed under the floorboards, his grades are going to shit and his mates keep getting pissed. There are secret passageways in the wardrobes and he really needs to get Niall a girlfriend. And most importantly, he can’t take his mind off the mysterious law student down the hall…Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.
Harry Styles doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he’s almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.
Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone’s poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.“You’d better run, cause there’s no way you can hide from me.”
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Harry and Louis are the two most popular boys at SDSU, but they don’t get along. At all. They belong to rival fraternities and they are constantly playing pranks and screwing with each other. Everyone can see that the school slut and the pretty boy would never be friends, but when alcohol and parties are thrown in the mix, things can change.The next second, Harry is firing back, “If I wanted to kill you I could have just poisoned your fajitas.”
Louis rolls his eyes. “Clever boy.”
Harry feels his skin start to prickle with irritation. The way Louis talks to him, so condescending… Like he’s smarter than Harry… Fuck that.
“I don’t have time for this,” Harry says. “Some of us have schoolwork to do. And jobs to get to. So if you’ll excuse me.”
Harry doesn’t wait for a reply before he pushes past Louis, hoisting his bag further up his shoulder and rushing towards the door. No, not rushing. That would imply Louis is chasing him out. He walks to the door hastily.
He’s not sure, but he thinks he hears Louis mutter “Fucking wanker” before the door to the flat clicks shut behind him.
…Or, the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don’t like each other and definitely won’t fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand.
Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he’s got student loans to pay off, hasn’t he? What’s the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It’s fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, everything. Obviously.Louis is a film student, Harry is a musician, and shooting a music video doesn’t help on the path of trying not to fall in love.Everybody knows that Louis has never been one for serious boyfriends. His reputation around campus precedes him, which is why he doesn’t think twice before proudly telling his mother about his new and completely fabricated relationship with his oddly quiet and completely gorgeous new roommate Harry to shut her up about his lack of commitment. It’s the perfect lie; a flawless plan, or at least it was until Louis’ ordered to bring his fabulous new boyfriend home.louis tomlinson is awful. harry is just as difficult, and they’re both terrible to each other. it makes being in the same acapella group together quite complicated.

Uni AU, in which Harry is a part-time yoga instructor with rock hard nipples and skin-tight leggings, and Louis most definitely isn’t charmed.

After a seemingly meaningless one night stand, Louis accepts that he’ll never see Harry Styles again. The plan goes to shit when Harry ends up on his cheer team.
Basically, Louis’s cheer captain, and Harry doesn’t end up on the bleachers.Louis doesn’t do relationships. He’s been there, done it, got the scars to prove it. Never letting anyone too close, Louis can be head over heels for someone for one night but when morning comes, he will be out of the door, no feelings and no regrets.
Harry always gives too much, trusts too easily, falls too quickly. Even when he gets nothing in return.
Forced to attend University, Harry bumps into his sister’s roommate and another time, another day Harry would have been a goner the very second he’d laid eyes on Louis. But he’s already got the perfect boyfriend and Louis is the complete opposite of perfect.
Louis isn’t someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he’d break his rules for anyone.
Sometimes being wrong isn’t so bad after all.The Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.It’s been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too.Tumblr!AU.
Louis is an insecure mess and he hides behind his blog. Harry’s a boy with a personality too bright and he’s everything Louis thought he would hate. They end up falling in love.Harry’s just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He’s young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it’s not true. Really.
Probably.
It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that’s all Harry needs to know.The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).
Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.
A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?
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Top 10 Valentine’s Day Fics

Compiled according to kudos. Ones I’ve read are marked with asteriks.

Please don’t forget to check the tags for anything triggering.

it starts and it never fades away by scagnetism (4k) **

Or, Louis puts out a flyer to help him get a date he absolutely doesn’t want. He gets more than he bargained for.

lagrangian point by flimsy (4k)

They find each other again the night of Valentine’s Day.

Louis figures it wasn’t a good night for either Harry or him, and suddenly the comfort of Harry’s sharp edges pressed tightly against him is more than welcome.

Make It Everlasting So Nothing’s Incomplete by supernope (9k)

Trying to be conspicuous so he doesn’t startle him, Harry sidles up to Louis and asks, “How’s it going?”

“Alright,” Louis muses, turning his head so he can smile at Harry. “I wish there were explanations about what each of the flowers mean on labels or something, though.”

A thrill runs up Harry’s spine, and he can’t quite temper the grin that spreads across his face as he asks, “Well, I could tell you, if you’d like?”

“Oh, only if you have time, I don’t want to keep you away from your work -”

“Louis,” Harry laughs, gesturing around the empty shop. “There is nobody here and, as luck would have it, there is literally nothing I would like more than to talk to you about flowers.”

oh my my, baby don’t be shy by ballsdeepinjesus (2k) **

Harry waves back shyly and looks away, toeing his boots along the hardwood floor. He’s 31 and a boy is making him nervous. He scrunches up his eyebrows and scoffs.

He’s 31. And there’s a boy. Screw it.

He’s not entirely sure the best way to attract the attention of an adult at a gathering of teenagers. The DJ switches the song to one he loves, an upbeat number about living life to the fullest or something endearingly cliche like that. So he doesn’t really think his next action through. He dances.

[harry and louis meet at their daughters’ valentine’s day dance]

shit, i still love you (still see you in bed) by Wankerville (10k) **

Harry hums, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, “I want daddy to fuck me in the gold booties he got me for my birthday.”

or, it’s valentine’s day and harry wants to be fucked in his gold boots

sugar never tasted so good by vashtaneradas (4k) **

Louis sells rock candy and Harry sells flowers and london is cold; aka a dumb valentine’s au.

their lips are lying only real is real by vanillabeanniall (5k)

The one where Louis and Harry pretend they’re in love to get a few free movies until suddenly they stop pretending.

Turn Around, Valentine, Walk Your Pretty Walk by tomlinsunshine (3k)

It’s Valentine’s Day. Louis gets a package from Nick that he is most definitely not going to open. Really.

we’re looking for something dumb to do by soleilouis (3k)

Harry and Louis decide that they need to come up with the best senior prank possible. if it means pretending that they’re married, that’s a sacrifice they’re willing to make.

your heart is glowing (and i’m crashing into you) by anyadisee (11k)

If this were a fairytale, maybe even a Young Adult novel or a chick flick, this would be the moment where Louis would stare right into his soul and whisper, “You. It’s you, Harry,” before pulling him in for a kiss right there and then in the middle of the sidewalk. They’d confess their never-ending love for each other then hold hands for the rest of the walk home, and then they’d go to uni together and become the ultimate power couple of their campus. They’d start a family together a few years after they graduate, find a large house somewhere nice and preferably warm, get two pet dogs and five cats, and then adopt enough children to start a football team. If only men could get pregnant as well, Harry thinks wistfully. He’d love to carry Louis’ babies given the chance.

But. This isn’t a fairytale, nor is it a movie based off the latest YA bestseller. This is real life.

(harry is in love with love, volunteers to hand out valentine gifts for a week, and somehow becomes the football captain’s secret admirer.)

Saying there’s no proof of HL together or even living together but ignoring: looks, touches, hugs, kisspers, whispers, body language, domesticity, protectiveness, supportiveness, dream team, interactions, finishing each other’s sentences, always knowing what the other is thinking of or is about to say, jealousy, body language when the other one’s PR relationships are brought up, fond, living situation, when we’re home, house in L.A., the fucking giddiness when they so much as look at each other, the bubble when they only focus on each other, Louis looking for Harry when he doesn’t know where he disappeared, Harry looking for Louis when he doesn’t know where he went, coordinating their fucking wee breaks on 2 hr long concerts, where’s Harry where’s Louis gone, even as young as you are, sharing clothes, jeans, t-shirts, etc, their reaction to rings-engagement-marriage topics, the being MIA at the same time and reappearing on the same day for years, the being sick at the same time while every other band member is healthy, the blue and green, the bandana, the sharing cars, sharing hotel rooms, having the same friends, the mirroring, the tattoos, those fucking tattoos, the song lyrics???, like helloooo, the lyric changes, the throat lozenge, the we’re both kinda generous with each other, the we kind of share that really, the good lad good lad nice lil body, the fucking aimh tweet, and the family’s reaction when it beat Obama’s, the paris imterview, the video diaries, the turning away to hide his smile Tomlinson because he was so gone, the Script concert, the jumping in your arms because our band got formed, their tweets to each other, the way Louis tweeted at the asscrack of dawn about something English then disappeared for mia days, the serenading, the kicking away water bottles so you don’t fall face down, the bringing a new water bottle because i see yours is empty, the hey cutie have a nacho, the serenading, the watching each other on the big screens, the goofing around in the monitors, the other boys’ outing them, their OWN moms outing them, their own family outing them, their own friends outing them, their own co-workers outing them, other celebrities outing them, how the whole fucking world knows about them, their same habits in everything, they are legit morphing into the same person, the nicknames they use, the orbiting on stage, the secret touches, the sign language, the meal, the left and right sides respectively tattooed then used in bed for example, the fucking little spoon information, the lipbiting when looking at the other one when he’s not watching, the bruises, the innuendos, the horse rider, the he has one, the salt and vinegar, the fucking bears, the denials being a joke, the receipts, home, if i could fly, strong, happily, don’t let me go, something great, the fucking narrative, the fucking no pic of them for years and only them, and this became a long list and it’s way more than you ever wished for.

But you put all this firm and long theory into all kinds of unrealistic challenges and it is ridiculous, really.

You are in situations in your life constantly when you have to make decisions, you look up at the sky 400000 times your life and you are making immediate assumptions when seeing dark clouds and making a logical deduction SHIT IT’S GONNA RAIN.

This list I put here is the longest fucking rainstorm with clouds so dark that the only thing darker is the brain of those people who are still in denial.

Wait For Me To Come Home by beautifully_cyan

“Well if not Nick, who you be yours?”

The tears finally make it past Harry’s eyes when he whispers, “I think you know.”

Louis never cries and with Louis, never means never, but ever since he met Harry, he’s been the exception for a lot of things when it comes to him. So Louis is crying along side him when he whispers back, “I think so too.” He’s then scotching into Harry’s lap and hugging the life out of him, because what else can the two of them do but be there for each other?

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